Just minutes ago, my egg donor's husband gave me a used and worn dresser. I was told it was for my laptop — in reality, it was just to get rid of their scraps out of sheer convenience. They bought a new desktop dresser. Knowing him, he probably thinks it a peace offering. A way to get closer to me. It's most certainly not.
I only accepted it to eat on. I tire of the wooden contraption I already use.
Even after taking it, their presence is in my room. A small price to pay to get rid of any future interaction with them. I already took the trade one step closer to success.
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